I could be anywhere, but here…

Today I found my self in a room pinned to the brim with eastern fabrics – But just for a moment, I could have been anywhere… India… Nepal… Or Morocco? Actually, I was on the coast of New Zealand in a little town called Raglan, which is even more out in the middle of no where, than India, Nepal or Morocco put together.  ’I could be anywhere, but here’ I was thinking to my self.

Color, texture, textile, embroidery, Eastern handwork, Eastern eye work… Art on cloth, spices, silk, chiffon, quilted thread, Eastern women, Paisley, Hijabs, Saris, Caftans, Bohemian fashion?

It’s all actually quite sentimental. – Sometimes we buy things and then they remind of places that we have been to in our lives. Because certain places remind us of places where we’ve found love, travel, excitement, enchantment and mystery… And…

People who we have loved, been intrigued by and been lost in…

And the moments that have captured our souls and taken our breaths… That’s why the French came up with souvenir. – They are pieces close to the heart, yet far from the heart in distance…

And then come the days, where certain pieces remind us of other places, other people, other cultures and other lifestyles. And that, is not anything quite souvenir, that is fashion.